After some psychological struggle, Yaoguang finally chose to go back to his room to sleep.

And just as she was asleep, she was awakened by a dull sound of bells.

"What's going on?" lived two other girls in the same room, one of whom had already sat up.

The other also hurriedly began to get dressed, "This is the death knell, it has been struck twelve times, and the emperor has died!"

"What?" The other was startled, but quickly calmed down, but Yaoguang still heard a hint of excitement in her tone, "The emperor announced that the prince entered the palace, I don't know ......"

"What nonsense!" The other walked to the table in the dark, lit the oil lamp, and saw Yaoguang sitting on the bed for unknown reasons, so he scolded: "What are you still doing in a daze, don't get up quickly!"

"Oh, okay!" Yao Guang replied and began to get dressed.

Soon, the lights outside were also turned on, and the footsteps gradually increased.

"Quick, quick, cover your clothes. ”

Suddenly, someone pushed the door open, holding several bundles of white cloth in their hands.

She took three of them and threw them on the table, then ran to another room with the rest in her arms.

"Hey, it's really unlucky!" The person who spoke was called Qingyuan, seventeen or eighteen years old, and his appearance was very beautiful.

The other taller, older, brighter is called Qingyang, she is a pungent character, seeing Qingyang complaining, he quickly blocked her mouth with his hand, "You are crazy, you dare to say such a rebellious thing!"

Yaoguang was curious, and although he didn't know the two of them well, he instinctively asked, "Why is it unlucky?"

When Qingyang heard this, she immediately rolled her eyes, "She, she was going to leave the house next month to get married." ”

"Oh!" Yao Guang nodded in understanding when he heard this.

During the state funeral period and for one year, all weddings, birthday banquets and other activities are prohibited.

Seeing that Yaoguang understood, Qingyuan pouted and began to put the white cloth on his body.

Yaoguang has a good idea, uh, but the hem is too long.

So, she searched everywhere for a pair of scissors.

Qingyang looked at it, came over to help her bow up, and then tied it a few times around her waist with a white rope, "You can't use scissors, it's taboo!"

When Yaoguang heard this, he thanked him gratefully.

"Come out soon, hurry!"

When the three of them were tidying up, they heard someone outside shouting for work.

So, the dark night instantly became lively, Yaoguang and the others hung the white cloth on the verandah of the eaves of the building, and even the noise of other houses could be heard from afar.

............

Rong Tong changed into white clothes and met the courtiers for the first time as a prince.

The emperor will hold a state funeral when he dies, and during this period, he will preside over and participate in it as the crown prince.

After the emperor's coffin was carried into the imperial mausoleum for burial on the 7749th day, he would hold an enthronement ceremony on the auspicious day of the zodiac monitored by the Qintian.

However, all the courtiers present at the moment knew that this was already a sure new emperor, so when they bowed and saluted, they also consciously put their heads on the floor.

Rong Tong did not object to everyone saluting like this, and Gonggong Ming, who was waiting on the side, was also silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please get up. Rong Tong's face was gloomy, and when he saw that the courtiers were all hiding their faces and weeping, he couldn't help but laugh: he really knows how to behave.

"The former Emperor Wen Taowuluo, who reigned for 36 years, has always been diligent in political affairs, and has worked hard for the safety of the people and the community. ”

"Obey the Prince's orders!" everyone immediately knelt down and expressed their loyalty and determination in unison.

After Rong Tong finished the prince's routine lecture, he was about to walk to the mourning hall in the Qiankun Palace, but unexpectedly, the father-in-law who was waiting outside came in and said that Bo Feng wanted to see him.

Now, Rong Tong is named the crown prince, and in the event of a state funeral, he naturally wants to live in the palace.

Bo Feng was the attendant of the Chengwang Mansion, and when he came in, he thought about the problems he was about to face.

"See the crown prince for your humble position!"

Bo Feng bowed according to the etiquette system.

Rong Tong waved his hand and let Ming Gonggong retreat.

Bo Feng saw that there were only the two of them left in the hall, so he asked: "The first emperor died, and the prince who chanted in front of the spirit, has the prince already decided?"

Rong Tong took two steps inside with his hands behind his back, "Everything is done according to the ancestral system, and I haven't paid attention to it." ”

Bo Feng took a step forward, "Then please also ask the prince to summon the gods of the Witch Temple into the palace." ”

Rong Tong paused, turned to look at Bo Feng, and asked in a calm tone, "Are you ordering Lone?"

Bo Feng bent his waist and his attitude was extremely deferential: "Don't dare, prince, if you want to bring the blessings of the witch god to more people, this is a rare opportunity."

Moreover, I believe that the prince also remembers the promise he made to the divine envoy. Oh, in the following refers to the fact that the first god made the Lord Meng Qi. ”

Promise?Rong Tong frowned invisibly, of course he remembered his promise to his husband.

More than two years ago, when Mr. rescued him in life and death, he told him that he could help him return to the imperial capital, or help him kill Xiao Guifei, and even help him ascend to the throne, and in return, he would respect the witch god as the creation god of the entire Daxian Dynasty, and hold a huge sacrifice ceremony for him.

Since he was born, Rong Tong has been treated and tortured coldly, and his strong desire to survive and hatred made him agree to Mr. 's conditions without hesitation.

Now, he's almost got his wish, so is it time to start giving back to the temple?

Rong Tong looked at Bo Feng, who was silent again, hum, it looks like it's quite like that!

"Let the Wushen Temple, the priest who only has influence in a small county town chant for the emperor, even if Lone agrees, I'm afraid this civil and military official will not agree. ”

When Bo Feng heard this, he smiled confidently, "The prince doesn't have to worry! Although the imperial capital doesn't know much about the Witch Temple, it is not completely without influence. ”

What Bo Feng said is true!

After being in the deep palace for many years, he has long been accustomed to all kinds of darkness and filth, and he also knows the cruelty and bloodshed of the power struggle.

But he was still surprised that the Wushen Temple seemed to be unknown, but in the imperial capital with complex relationships and fierce interest struggles, one dark pile after another was laid!

Yes, dark piles!

It is no wonder that there is such a tradition in the witch temple, whenever a new god succeeds to the throne, the same disciple and the apprentice of the junior disciple have to leave.

Outsiders thought that these people were really vulgar and found another way out, and no longer had anything to do with the temple.

Not really!

After several generations of operation, they gradually infiltrated every corner of the imperial capital, and even among the big clans and traders in various places.

And it is precisely with the existence of these countless hidden piles that he was able to control the situation of the entire court, the emperor's likes and dislikes, etc., in more than half a year after returning to the imperial capital, and successfully aroused the rebellion of those three fools!

Now, he is indeed above the de facto top of 10,000 people.

However, seeing Bo Feng's deferential face, he still faintly felt a little unhappy and a sense of crisis.

The Witch Temple is a double-edged sword, since it can help him ascend to the throne, it can also become a hindrance to him.

But, for the time being, there's no way to do it!

Rong Tong thinks about it, but the face is always inconspicuous.

"Okay, call Gonggong Ming in, the waiter of the Xuanli Department. ”

Bo Feng bowed down and took the order.